You walk in with another headache

I can tell by the lines in your face

you seem to think if you just remove the problem

the answers are what will come next

Another shot of whiskey and maybe I'll be ready

for what's still crowded in your head

Never seeing that all the good times

are what walked in with the bad

I don't know why we compromise ourselves

I thought it was a common understanding

which all I've tried to help with

Tell me, do I end up empty handed?

Another couple of beers while I'm safe here at the bar

and maybe I'll get me some rest

Don't know why all the good times have to

turn-up with the bad It's like a sword of hate

you brandish it so proud

I wonder if you're taught what you feel

or is it the way you got it cold dead in your eye?

It would be good if you could just leave me

well enough alone

The crime of fate is what I have to follow

through if I'm going to get past you

Another shot of whiskey and that's about the

only way I can listen anymore

Go ahead and drown me of everything

At least I still got my place at the bar